Sincerely Yours | FREDDIE MERCURY FAN FICTION

Chapter One

Greetings, darlings! Hollyqueenzz here, and I'm thrilled to welcome you to my first Queen/Freddie Mercury fan fiction.

Now, I know a thing or two about putting on a show, and let me tell you, this book is gonna be one heck of a performance. So get ready to be swept off your feet, my loves!

We're not here to be boring, are we? No, no, no! We're here to live, to laugh, to love. So if you're ready for a journey full of passion, humor, and just a touch of rock and roll, then you've come to the right place.

So sit back, relax, and let the words of this book transport you to another world. I have a feeling you won't be disappointed.

Now, let's get this show on the road!

Warning: SPG | MATURE CONTENT|

"Alora it's your turn."

My professor called out. I felt my classmates eyes stare at me, waiting for me to recite the poem I wrote. I stood up, holding the piece of paper against my chest, slowly making my way in front of the class.

I stood nervously in front of the class, holding a piece of paper.
The whole room was filled with silence, and Professor Dean was beside me, "Share your poem with us" he said, his voice sounding encouraging. I looked around the room, making eye contact with a few of my classmates. The words on the page were my own, crafted from my heart and soul. And yet, as I looked out at my classmates, I couldn't help but feel exposed. I took a deep, but as quietly as possible, breath, unleashing all the nervousness I kept. And began reading the poem.

I'm nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Here you are again,
The man with brown eyes.
Whose warm smile could light up the skies.
His long and curly black hair flows free,
As he walks towards me with such ease.

With every step, my heart starts to race,
As I long to feel his strong embrace.
His touch sends shivers down my spine,
And in his arms, I know I'm just fine.
His eyes are deep, like pools of brown,
And when he speaks, I can't help but drown.
His voice is like music to my ears,
And in his presence, I have no fears.

The words flowed from my mouth effortlessly, as if they had a life of their own. I could feel the emotions behind each line as I recited them, and the more I spoke, the more confident I became. The words that once were just scribbles on a paper, now had come to life.

We walk together, hand in hand,
In a world that's so serene and grand.
Our souls are entwined, as one we are,
In a love that shines like a brilliant star.

As the dream fades, I hold on tight,
To the memory of that wondrous night.
For in my heart, I know it's true,
That someday, I'll find him and love him too.

As I finished, I took a deep breath and looked up at my audience. They were all sitting there in awe, each with a different expression on their faces. Some looked inspired, others looked sad, and a few even had tears in their eyes.

"What's your poem called? And what's your inspiration behind it?" asked Professor Dean. I looked down, taking a deep breath before responding. "It's called Dream Love. Since I was fifteen, I kept dreaming about this man, wearing a black fur coat, feather hat in colors of white and red." As I reminisce about my dreams, a half-smile formed on my face as I recalls the warm smile and captivating eyes of the man who inspired my poem. "Since then, I became so interested in him, that's why he became my inspiration for this poem." I continued.